This painting, which I made in acrylics on A4 paper last year, depicts a comforter belonging to one of my children.

I find recording in paint this stuff of childhood, comforting. Painting itself – which I don’t get much time for these days what with the more important demands of parenting, and a ‘proper job’ – is also a welcome comfort in itself.

Incidentally, I’ve been painting the backgrounds to most of this little series in ‘gold’ paint, which is proving virtually impossible to photograph successfully, this being an example illustrating that issue.